In The Image Of The Lion Made

Every Woman Is The Gift Of A World To Me.

She Resembles The Venus De Milo: She Is Very Old, Has No Teeth, And Has White Spots On Her Yellow Skin.

In Vain Would I Seek To Discover Why Sad And Mournful Am I, My Thoughts Without Ceasing Brood Over A Tale Of The Time Gone By.

There Is One Thing On Earth More Terrible Than English Music, And That Is English Painting.

The Swan, Like The Soul Of The Poet, By The Dull World Is Ill Understood.